What the FUCK!

I can't find work! I feel like Clark Griswold. "I can't get left! Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament, HAHA!" I keep just going through the paces. I look, then I don't look, then I look, then I don't look. There is so much to be done here at home. I approached my wife about homeschooling the girls. I really don't think she thinks about that stuff or is very informed about it to make an educated decision on it. She usually just goes along with what someone tells her and that way she doesn't have to put herself out there and risk making a bad decision on her own. Me on the other hand. I have absolutely no problem fucking things up and taking full responsibility for it. As a result, I do a lot of apologizing. The new dog is great but he doesn't ever just sit the fuck down. He is constantly pacing. And he is still a pup so when you come home, whether he has been locked up for 10 minutes or 10 hours, he pisses all over the place. We had to crate him since the night we left for 1 1/2 hrs. and came home and he had destroyed our living room chair. And I mean destroyed! Gotta go. I promise I will return sooner than last time.


(Queens Wave)
Greg